There's this hot pink Goody hairbrush, a mini one that's perfect for a girl or woman's purse, my wife's purse to be exact. Now I use it to brush my beard. Yes, folks, I went through my wife's purse, the unforgivable sin. Truthfully, I was welcome to paw through it when she was alive, she had nothing inside to keep secret from me. To the straight ladies out there, your boyfriend/husband is not ignorant to the existence of tampons, and we really don't care.
Turns out, being allowed to access her purse takes away all the mystery. My wife had all my computer passwords, too. She even knew where my porn folders were, all of them. Even that one. She still loved me anyway. I expect that after reading this, you're either freaked out, jealous, or you've known the intimacy of which I speak. If you're freaked out, I pity you. If you think it's T.M.I for a public blog, you're probably right.
Even with the horrible way my wife died, we enjoyed a level of relationship people only dream about. I don't mean to, but I'll be judging every future relationship based on the one I lost. I can see the argument for me be too honest, too open. Once you know, you can never unknow, until they invent brain bleach. But I hope you can see the point of my counterargument. You may not believe me, but it's just better when your lover knows and accepts the deepest, darkest corner of your porn folders.
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